sexta-feira, 28 de agosto de 2009

Beck - Loser (Live 2003)

In the time of chimpanzeesI was a monkeyButane in my veinsSo I'm out to cut the junkieWith the plastic eyeballs,Spray-paint the vegetablesDog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhoseKill the headlightsAnd put it in neutralStock car flamin' with a loserAnd the cruise controlBaby's in Reno with the vitamin DGot a couple of couches,Sleep on the love-seatSomeone keeps sayin'I'm insane to complainAbout a shotgun weddingAnd a stain on my shirtDon't believe everything that you breatheYou get a parking violationAnd a maggot on your sleeveSo shave your faceWith some mace in the darkSavin' all your food stampsAnd burnin' down the trailer park

(Yo. Cut it.)

Soy un perdedorI'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

(Double-barrel buckshot)

Soy un perdedorI'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?

Forces of evil in a bozo nightmareBanned all the music with a phony gas chamber'Cuz one's got a weaselAnd the other's got a flagOne's on the pole, shove the other in a bagWith the rerun showsAnd the cocaine nose-jobThe daytime crap of the folksinger slopHe hung himself with a guitar stringSlap the turkey-neckAnd it's hangin' from a pigeon wingYou can't write if you can't relateTrade the cash for the beefFor the body for the hateAnd my time is a piece of waxFallin' on a termiteWho's chokin' on the splinters

Soy un perdedorI'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?(Get crazy with the cheeze whiz)Soy un perdedorI'm a loser baby, so why don't you kill me?(Drive-by body-pierce)(Yo, bring it on down)Soooooooyy....[chorus backwards](I'm a driver, I'm the winner;Things are gonna changeI can feel it)